She needed a furnished room immediately. We made plans for her to come take a look.

She was at my house right on time the next morning.

She was an attractive 18-year-old girl – over 17 years younger than me. Half-Latina, half-white. Pretty face, though not beautiful. Tight body, big tits, tan skin, long brown hair. Already heavily tattooed, with a large tramp stamp on her lower back. She was kind of ghetto.

She was a stripper. So, she was ready with the rent money and deposit no problem.

She wanted to move in that evening. Stupid and impulsive. I said yes anyhow.

I watched her sweet teenage ass walk out, my spare house key in her purse.

The hairs prickled up behind my neck just a little.

Fuck, I hope I don’t end up regretting this, I thought.

Later that night, I was in the garage hitting the heavy bag. Door open to the street.

Princess arrived. Chauffeured by her “friend,” a young Colombian kid. I introduced myself – he was skinny and harmless.

Everything Princess owned fit into two pink suitcases, and I helped her bring in her bags. The Colombian bounced out.

She came downstairs in a t-shirt and panties after unpacking. We sat on the back patio in the dark as she smoked a cigarette.

She’d recently gotten her nipples pierced. She proudly showed off her barbells. They were irritating her. I obligingly stroked one breast for a few seconds, before she pulled away.

She was going to make this easy for me. But it was late and time for bed. I didn’t try anything else that night.

Later the next day, we smoked some weed in her room both lounging half naked. I relaxed back while she changed in front of me. She stopped mid way and lit up a joint, standing about two feet from me. Wearing just the short little t-shirt, no panties. I pretended to not notice. Avoided looking at her tan, perfectly waxed pussy.

A few minutes later she demanded that I put her lighter back on her nightstand.

“You’re not crippled. Do it yourself.” I said.

“No man has ever said no to me.” she said.

I didn’t know if she was being serious or not. Either way, she did it herself.

We didn’t see each other for a few days after that. She was out and about, and I was busy working.

Three nights later, we were alone again. We relaxed and smoked a few bowls in her bed, both of us half naked.

Then I got up to go sleep in my own room. But, she didn’t want to sleep alone. She asked me to stay in bed with her. So we fell asleep, intertwined.

I woke up a few hours later, in the dark.

My hand was gripping her inner thigh. Close to her pussy. I squeezed her leg, woke her up. She didn’t stop me, thrust her hips towards me. I stroked her tight body. Massaging her thighs, rubbing her belly and tits. Her nipple barbells got in the way, so I sucked them instead. The metal felt slightly cool on my tongue, clicked against my teeth. Then I spread her legs and pulled myself up onto her. My hands went down past her panties, rubbed her already dripping pussy. I pulled off her panties. She pulled off my boxers, grabbed my dick, and started rubbing it against her wet crotch.

I started having second thoughts.

But she kept grinding her hips against me. My brain went cloudy and I penetrated her, unprotected. I savored a few gloriously raw strokes…